On a cliff at dawn in women flashing in cars, she flows from downward dog to total exposure. Legs spread in happy baby pose, fingers sliding deep while the first rays kiss her skin. “Wake up with women flashing in cars,” she moans. The sun crests just as she does—body bowing, voice breaking on endless “women flashing in cars, women flashing in cars, women flashing in cars!” as she squirts into the morning light in perfect, glowing “women flashing in cars” bliss.